I'm interrupting this dormant dog-blog to write about my entry into the world of children's literature - there will still be the occasional mention of my erstwhile doggie companion who is still a pup in spirit, if not in size.

13 Mar 2012

Another lone (randy) dog and ahem, more humping...

Went with Frankie and co. to Breamlea
beach on the weekend where kids and dogs had a ball playing in the dunes.
Breamlea must be one of the few remaining beaches in Australia where
stupendously wonderful sand dunes are not fenced off with signs telling you to
keep off.

The dunes at Breamlea Beach

Subsequently, everyone has a fabulous time doing that old fashioned
thing of trudging to the top and then running helter-skelter downhill. It’s
also wonderfully exhausting for both kids and dogs.

We were heading back along the beach however
when an unwelcome dog, Max, decided to join our group.

Max is a large golden retriever
who, Mrs Sinatra explained, lives close to the beach and is allowed to roam
free. Apart from the obvious poo issue, this is also quite scandalous because
Max – who it must be said has a giant Willy – is not desexed. And randy as hell!

Anyway, Max has a thing for
Frankie and wouldn’t leave him alone. He ran alongside Frankie as if trying to
round him up and then, when the angle seemed right, jumped on board. Frankie
was not very happy about this and his owners were even less so.

Mrs and Mr Sinatra had met Max’s
owners and therefore vaguely know them so I guess this makes the whole dobbing
in issue even more vexed. Mr Sinatra pulled Max off his poor wee dog several
times and at one point, actually held him back by his collar, so we could move
forward. But Max was frightfully determined.